My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

In the dead of night, the dormitory manager took a flashlight, checked the room for the last time, and returned to the duty room with a yawn.

Ruan Qingmu was lying on the upper bunk in the four-person room, and the boys' snoring sounded one after another quickly around him. He listened with his ears up, three different breathing rates.

He got up quietly, got out of bed, secretly took another thing from the cabinet, and slipped out the door.

Following the stairs, he ran to the first floor and stood at the door of 106 familiarly.

Gently pushing the half-closed door, the door opened, and the light inside leaked out, leaking all over the floor.The gap by the window has been sealed tightly by a thick sheet, as in the past.

Qin Yuan sat at the table and looked back at him quietly.

Ruan Qingmu locked the door casually, sat down and coughed lightly: "Sorry to bother you once."

Qin Yuan's eyes fell on the bag he was holding, and he raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Ruan Qingmu opened the bag and took out the delicate desk lamp: "I brought it down again, there is no chance to use it upstairs."

This is the truth, the four big boys in the dormitory fell asleep at night, how could he turn on the desk lamp to disturb others.

After taking it away from 106, it has been lying quietly in his cabinet, without seeing the light of day.

During evening self-study, he took the initiative to send Qin Yuan a WeChat message, cheekily asking if he could come to 106 to disturb him at night, and Qin Yuan quickly agreed.

The appointment was after lights out, and sure enough, Qin Yuan was already waiting.

"I'll lend you a place to write something. You go to bed and turn off the lights. I'll dim the lamps."

Qin Yuan spread out the exercise book in front of him: "No, I want to do the exercises too."

Ruan Qingmu let out an "oh", turned on the desk lamp, and the familiar warm yellow light shone on the table between the two of them, warm and quiet.

He took out his mobile phone awkwardly, found another blank homework book, and began to write something on the draft document on the mobile phone.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and his handwriting was scribbled. He quickly finished writing an article, and started to start again.

Qin Yuan glanced lightly, then looked away again.

After repeating it several times, it wasn't until Ruan Qingmu quickly opened the third article that he couldn't bear it anymore: "...you are still in charge of writing the sports meeting submission? Is this also your business?"

Ruan Qingmu yawned: "The propaganda committee member of our class...forget it."

In the afternoon Tang Tiantian ran over seriously and showed him a few manuscripts, saying that they were submitted to the broadcasting station of the sports meeting. He also said mysteriously that if a manuscript was selected, it would add 1 point to the total score of the class. We must not give up this small position.

After reading a few lines, he almost threw up.What is "the autumn wind is blowing, the drums are beating, and the boys of class 9 are flying on the field", what is "the battle flag of class 9 is fluttering, and they are the most proud of winning the best results" - if this can be selected, it will be up to the teachers of the Youth League Committee and the people at the radio station blind.

Qin Yuan's face was calm, and he was brushing the exercises alone, brushing and brushing, and suddenly said: "You take good care of the propaganda committee member of your class."

The pen in Ruan Qingmu's hand stopped, and she turned to look at him: "Not really?"

"No?" Qin Yuan's handsome side face became more and more indifferent, "The blackboard newspaper has done its best to cover everything, and now it is still writing the publicity draft."

Ruan Qingmu leaned back slowly, tilted her head, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Actually... our monitor came to discuss with me."

Qin Yuan straightened his back.

The little squad leader of class 9, soft and sticky, has held meetings with him before, and he looks really cute.

"Oh, no wonder." He suddenly stretched out his hand and moved the small desk lamp to his side, ignoring Ruan Qingmu.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the desk lamp in surprise, and suddenly smiled with eyebrows bent.

He leaned forward, lay on the table, looked sideways at Qin Yuan: "Tsk tsk."

Half of Qin Yuan's face was covered with a warm orange light, his slender neck was straight, and he did not turn his head.

Ruan Qingmu moved her arms a little, still lying on her stomach, looking at him more closely from below.

"Since you took the initiative to run for the sports committee, you should take your own responsibility—" he said slowly, "I don't know who yelled at me at the beginning?"

Qin Yuan slowly turned his head, his handsome face was stunned for a moment: "I said... what's wrong?"

"So, you should talk about it." Ruan Qingmu no longer had a smile on her face, and approached him, "Whose words am I trying so hard for?"

In the tidy dormitory, it was unusually quiet.

The night breeze in early autumn outside is gentle, bringing the fragrance of flowers and plants on the campus. In the male dormitory building that has long been sleeping, there is only this small corner left, and there are still people looking at each other soberly.

Ruan Qingmu had sharp eyebrows, her fair face seemed transparent under the weak light, she looked provocatively at the pair of eyes that were close at hand, without blinking.

Qin Yuan stared at him blankly for a long time before he seemed to understand what he said.

Then, where the base of the ears connected to the side of the face, the blush gradually expanded.

His thin eyelids drooped, and most of the light in his phoenix eyes was hidden.Then he stretched out his hand and picked up several drafts that had been written on Ruan Qingmu's desk.

"The wording is so ugly." He said softly, "The people at the radio station can't read it clearly."

Ruan Qingmu reached out to snatch it, her face was fierce and cold: "Of course someone will transcribe it for me."

"Who? Is that propaganda committee member or your squad leader?" Qin Yuan raised his arms high, avoiding his fight.

Ruan Qingmu jumped up suddenly, flew over to hold him down: "You don't care!"

Midsummer has just passed, and early autumn has not yet arrived. The boys are full of firepower, and they are still wearing summer vests and loose shorts.

Qin Yuan silently looked at the pair of black pupils nearby, and his breathing gradually became thicker.

In the dead of night, people are too close, as if they can feel the breath sprayed on each other's face, soft, with fresh sweetness.

It seems that they are afraid of alarming the other party.

Seeing Ruan Qingmu's eyelashes trembling rapidly, Qin Yuan turned his head abruptly, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't want them, I'll transcribe for you."

……

He stood up, opened his locker, and took out a thin laptop.

"You write yours, and I'll type it out for you." He started to turn on the computer, "When the time comes, take the printed manuscript to the broadcasting station, and the chances of being selected will be higher."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him blankly: "How can you hide this in the bedroom?"

In order to prevent students from playing large-scale games, the school does not allow students to bring computers at all. When checking the dormitory, such a large thing must not be hidden.

"Who hid it? The teacher in the computer practice class helped me apply. I will participate in the computer programming competition next semester." Qin Yuan checked the battery power, "It's no problem to type a few documents."

Ruan Qingmu hesitated for a moment: "You'd better sleep, it's almost twelve o'clock."

Qin Yuan didn't speak any more, just picked up his manuscript and began to skillfully type on the keyboard.

While hitting, he stopped and looked at Ruan Qingmu.

"You..." He hesitated to speak, "Aren't you a bit too shameless?"

Ruan Qingmu leaned over her head, looked at the manuscript, and shrugged nonchalantly: "Well, when I wrote it, I vomited twice."

Qin Yuan sighed: "It's the first time I see someone writing about himself like this."

"You have to bear with it, I will concoct an article later, about my own heroic appearance in the 1500-meter race."

Qin Yuan's fingers paused, and he was slightly taken aback: "Are you going to run 1500 meters too?"

Ruan Qingmu opened her mouth wide and yawned twice, her eye circles were a little red with sleepiness: "I have handed in the list, and I am not afraid to tell you——I applied for four events, 100 meters, 400 meters hurdles, high jump, and 1500 meters. rice."

After thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? You also reported 1500 meters?"

Qin Yuan took a deep look at him, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Yes, see you on the field."

Ruan Qingmu stared at him, and suddenly sneered slightly.Putting his head down, he moved his pen quickly, and not long after, he tore another page from the homework book in his hand and handed it to Qin Yuan.

"Can you honor me and make a copy of this, thank you."

Qin Yuan looked down at the title of the promotional draft: "..."

"I'm happy to see Class Nine win the championship again, and the news of the game is coming again and again! ——Small Notes on the Wonderful Moments of the 1500-meter Runway".

Qin Yuan took a deep breath, and the roots of his teeth suddenly felt a little itchy: "Make a bet, if I get first, this manuscript will be given to our class for free."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a smile, and nodded haughtily with her slightly thin chin: "Yes."

In the quiet night, the time on the notebook showed 02:30 in the middle of the night.

Ruan Qingmu's head sank little by little, and finally hit the table with a "gudong".

His head hurt a little, but he was too sleepy, so he groaned and lay down on the table.

There were rustlings around her, as if someone had climbed onto the bed and then climbed down again.

In the ear, a clear and slightly magnetic voice said softly: "Go to bed and sleep, I've made your bed for you."

Ruan Qingmu struggled to raise her head, forgot where she was for a moment, followed the small ladder she was used to climbing these days, and climbed onto the bed in a daze, and soon fell asleep.

Qin Yuan stood under the bed ladder, stretched out his hand, and protected him until he climbed onto the bed safely, then returned to the table and sat down.

He stretched out his hand and dimmed the light of the small desk lamp a little, leaving only the last small circle of light halo, shining on the keyboard of the notebook.

His slender fingers danced on the keyboard, and lines of characters flashed across the screen.

……

At the end of September, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, and the sky is blue.

On the playground in the third experiment, colorful flags were fluttering, and groups of phalanxes stood under the stands.

The phalanx of each class just finished, Ruan Qingmu stood at the front of the team of class 9, holding the sign of the class in his hand, with a look of lovelessness.

I'm so fucking regretful that I want to hit the wall. Is the sports committee a human being?

Not only do you have to lead the whole class to walk in the phalanx, but you also have to shout slogans, salute to the teacher's seat, and lead your classmates to pose, all of which are indispensable.

When the sports meeting is over, let's just strangle Huang Ya and the others to death. It's thanks to them that they figured out the disgusting gesture of the whole class's male and female students comparing each other at the end.

It's also his fault, he agreed without insisting for a while, and when he actually did it, he felt embarrassed. Old Jane also had a big heart, and she was so happy when she took pictures in the stands, with a smile all over her face.

The headmaster's uninspiring voice floated through the loudspeaker: "Experiment No. [-] Middle School officially started this autumn sports meeting. Here, on behalf of all the teachers, I wish you all good grades, sweat and shine! Now, disband on the spot!"

The passionate "March of Athletes" was picked up immediately, accompanied by the sweet voice of the girl at the school broadcasting station: "Dear students, athletes who are ready to go, hello everyone, now, please report to the relevant venues immediately for the athletes of the following events ,Thanks."

The phalanx of each class broke up, and they gathered around the sports committee of their own class. Some classes were obviously well-disciplined and well-organized. The athletes who should report should report, and the students who did not have the project were responsible for the logistics, and they were in good order.

Class 1 of Peiyou, the second year of senior high school, is obviously such a model. Fu Songhua is wearing a very energetic sportswear, holding the schedule in his hand with great vigor.

"Come on, Da Liu, you guys are going to buy water and snacks. Feng Juan, your group of girls, don't move here. Wait for them to come back and deliver water. Lu Lianyi, you go to the 100 meters and 200 meters and wait for us. Come on for the preliminary round."

Not too many girls from Class 1 signed up, so they agreed delicately: "Don't worry, the sports committee, we are waiting to see you in the long jump and high jump. When will you do it?"

Fu Songhua proudly raised his chest: "There is a long jump in the morning, and a high jump in the afternoon. Remember to take more photos for me. I want all kinds of moments! Those who volley, those who take off, those who are on the railing, and those who are in mid-air!"

"I know, I know, Sports Committee, you are so disgusting." A boy yelled strangely, "When the time comes, I will take ten continuous shots for you."

Fu Songhua looked around, and suddenly whispered to a boy: "You do something for me, and run around later to monitor the situation of Class 9."

Qin Yuan stood on the other side and looked up at him: "Why, do you know how to be prepared now?"

Fu Songhua scratched his head: "Actually, there is nothing to be prepared for. I inquired, and only Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong can fight in their class, but those two idiots don't participate, hahahaha."

"Then you want to monitor them again?" Qin Yuan said indifferently.

"I don't know why, I always feel that Ruan Qingmu is going to mess with me, and I feel a little flustered!"

The loudspeaker began broadcasting the earliest competitions in the morning: "Students who participated in the preliminaries of the 100-meter sprint men's group of the senior one and senior two groups, please gather at the registration point No. 2 in the east playground. Thank you. Those who register for the preliminary competition at the same time, also There are preliminaries for men's discus throw and women's shot put for the senior group. Registration starts at nine o'clock, and there are also men's and women's long jump for the second group..."

Fu Songhua jumped a few times: "Squad leader, then I'm going to prepare to report."

Qin Yuan said "hmm": "Go, leave this to me."

Holding the form he made by himself, he looked at Lu Lianyi, the art committee member of the class: "Please, please ensure that there are people from us on the sidelines of each project in our class, okay?"

Lu Lianyi smiled sweetly: "Squad leader, don't worry, I will arrange it."

Qin Yuan nodded: "Boys in 408 and 409, those who have no projects, will go to the labor committee to carry water."

Someone has to be responsible for logistics, not to mention athletes, even ordinary students running around on the field, and the supply of mineral water must be guaranteed; There is not even a classmate around.

Over there in class 9, Tang Tiantian looked at the few girls who were scattered and almost cried: "Sports Committee, can it really work? No one cheers for the athletes at all."

Ruan Qingmu took off her school uniform, revealing the sports shorts and black sports vest inside, and raised her eyes lazily: "Why do you have to work hard, just run by yourself."

He did a few stretches slowly on the ground, and made up again: "Anyway, you won't get the ranking."

Tang Tiantian's nose was wrinkled, and the few freckles on his face were about to turn red: "That's not what you said! No one will cheer on you later..."

Ruan Qingmu waved her hand: "Hehe, I don't need it."

Tang Tiantian was discouraged all of a sudden: "Forget it, then, then I have to report myself."

Beside, there were not many boys left, and Huang Ya and the others had long since disappeared. Ruan Qingmu walked slowly towards the 100-sprint field by himself, and slowly accelerated as he walked.

Then, he started running.

Under the rising sun in early September, with the breeze blowing, his figure alone ran like the wind in the direction of the sun, flying wildly. ...

The labor committee member of Class 1 took a few boys and brought boxes of mineral water and snacks back to the area of ​​his class.

Mineral water is iced or room temperature, and snacks are in a single large box, which is full of expensive chocolates and yogurts.

"The squad leader is so generous, hehehe." The labor committee member had no project in the morning, so he took out the prepared plastic bags and actively divided them into them.

A plastic bag contains a bottle of water, a bottle of fruity yogurt, a bag of chips, a bag of energy bars, and a bar of premium chocolate for energy.

Bottled water is still cheap, but these snacks add up to at least a thousand yuan, and the class fee is so pitiful. Everyone knows that the extra money is paid by the class leader himself.

This is also the place where other classes are envious to death. Who told them that none of them has a class leader with a mine at home!

These things don't look tiring, but it takes time to actually do them. Fu Songhua has already gone to the arena, and Qin Yuan is in charge of logistics this morning.

He led a few boys to distribute things, and the girls next to him rushed to the arena with their things in an orderly manner. After a while, the results of the first batch of preliminary rounds came from the loudspeaker.

"Congratulations to the men's 100-meter competition students in the second year of high school. There are a total of 40 athletes in five groups. The top eight have just been determined. The final will be held in one hour. Please report on time at 9:50. I wish them all the best." Get good grades!"

Qin Yuan's hand suddenly stopped.

100 meters, Ruan Qingmu's first event.

Preliminary results are out.